but then everyone would hate you.
Unless you were also really nice.
nope — people would still secretly hate you.
LIKE THEY DON’T ALREADY.
Well, fuck ’em, then.
xp—oh please.
hahahahahahha partycocker.jpg
spaniels have the best acid.
Jordan, what kind of QA work? Software?
Yeah, software (esp. health care).
Jen: have fun on your date1
!
email me with details
me: thx
Jen: bleach your asshole.
At first I thought that Kevin posted that, from TOWGA.
What do you mean, TOWGA?
weird because when i saw “jen” i was like, why the hell is jesse chatting with my ex?
The One Who Got Away
The One Who Made You Bleach Your Asshole
Jesse: i think you should fill up the nu-ilx chicago thread with nothing but pornography.
Esp. since period logouts = images turned on
Yeah, I just associate “Jen” with Kevin’s ex, not with Jenny.
no images necessary
Then he turned away and got undressed. He had a goldenbrown body, a penis as smooth as the rest of his body, big, firm as a polished wood baton. She fell on him and took it into her mouth. His fingers went everywhere, into her anus, into her sex; his tongue, into her mouth, into her ears. He bit at her nipples, he kissed and bit her belly. She was trying to satisfy her hunger by rubbing against his leg, but he would not let her. He bent her as if she were made of rubber, twisted her into every position. With his two strong hands he took whatever part of her he was hungry for and brought it up to his mouth like a morsel of food, not caring how the rest of her body fell into space. Just so, he took her ass between his two hands, held it to his mouth, and bit and kissed her. She begged, Take me, Antonio, take me, I can’t wait!‘ He would not take her.
Antonio, you big cunt tease, you!
By this time the hunger in her womb was like a raging fire.
where do you get this stuff?
She wanted something round, and crisp, and buttery-tasting. A taste so good, nothing can take its place. It’s not just anything, it’s the only thing that can satisfy her.
did we get pizza delivered to simon’s once? was that like some of the best tasting pizza ever? isn’t every pizza delivered to a bar amazing? i can’t wait until it’s warm and i can walk to a bar in shirt sleeves again.
When she wanted a cracker, she wanted a Ritz.
Na-biiis-cooo!
xpost when did we start talking about pastry? BOOOOO.
I’ve been reading some of Anais Nin’s erotica. These quotes are from Delta of Venus.
I find Kevin’s post pretty erotic.
...polished wood baton...
Tell me about the pizza. Was it thick? Juicy? Were there...olives?
“shirt sleeves”
I find Kevin’s post pretty erotic.
sounds like my prom night.
thank you! good night!!!
What about “shirt sleeves”?
thirsty homoerotic thursdays
someday we will get the story of what *really* happened on kevin’s prom night, and it will be shocking indeed.
GOLDEN TEE TOURNEY BROS LOSER BUYS BEER JEFF KEVIN KENAN I’M TALKING TO YOU
I saw a very very fun marching band last weekend.
I like the New Zealand course, where there is lava and steam in the place on sandtraps.
I have this problem where I cry whenever I see/hear marching bands. It’s like there’s some sort of receptor in my brain that’s broken and always has the same (inappropriate) response.
That’s very strange!
That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard, Armanda.
Although it would make sense if you were as irredemably bad at marching as I was and you are having a visceral reaction to the buried shame and self-loathing.
Turning corners as a unit was nigh impossible when I was involved.
This is the band I saw in a parade last weekend:
http://www.humboldt.edu/~hsumlj
(don’t click, Amanda, or you will weep!)
They were kind of like The Pogues but cute too.
I have never played Golden Tee but I enjoyed playing the video bowling game at Piece with Eric and others on Sarah’s birthday.
Hey! ILX2 has started doing un-American dates again.
Wednesday, 21 February 2007 22:11 (Yesterday)
I kind of have a love-hate relationship with marching. I liked it in high school, but our school sucked. The Southern bands and some drum corps stuff can be killer, but I’m way sick of people coming up at Digd0wn shows assuming we all must have come from the UW marching band (no one did).
My fingernails are really nice right now. I don’t like clear nail polish on men, but I really do like buffed nails; it really helps make a man look put together, or helps complete a nice look.
buffed males
I could probably do New Orleans style marching, where you’re all kind of doing your own thing. But then again, maybe not, since I have no rhythm and would be the one doing the Elaine dance while holding a trumpet.
I buffed my tail too.
We don’t march so much as...amble. And sometimes stumble.
I’m audi, stay famous Chicago. I’ve got the cigar-smoking Elk’s Club bachelor party tonight.
I think I once described the Go! Team’s “Junior Kickstart” as Sonic Youth jams with the Grambling State marching band.
See ya guys. I’m playing Schubas tonite. Show will probably sell out, so get there early if you want to see us.
Amanda, I cry too — I get a little choked up out of pride, at so many straight backs and chins up and everyone making a conscious choice to temporarily conform, and conform MIGHTILY, for the good of the group because they can only exist as a group. SEE, I’M PRACTICALLY OVERWROUGHT ALREADY!
Yeeeeah, marching band dork over here.
Are you sure it’s not some sort of residual “American Pie” trauma bubbling to the surface?
Positive. First of all I’ve never seen the movie all the way through, it annoys the shit out of me. Second, I’ve had this little problem since, like, sixth grade.
Oh shit, sorry, I meant the song. Fuck that movie.
Fuck that song too, but it references a marching band, is pretty nostalgic, etc...
This has probably already been seen by everyone.
http://chilx.blogspot.com/2007/02/obama.html
You know, this song was on our wedding mix. I was sad it did come up during our reception.
http://chilx.blogspot.com/2007/02/obama.html
You know, this song was on our wedding mix. I was sad it did come up during our reception.
Before I go downloading it, is this the Obama ’04 campaign song? “BARACK ... BARACK OBAMA ... OOH HE’S STRONGER THAN A ROCK”? That one?
Yes.
Laurel, that’s totally the reason. Also loud horns and uniforms and bombastic tunes. My psychotherapist friend (friend who has become a psychotherapist not therapist-and-friend) believes it’s a form of homesickness. She thinks homesickness (for a “home” real or imagined, physical or emotional) is behind a lot of people’s overwhelming sadness/depression/self-destruction/angst. I’m not sure if this is a popular theory among modern psychotherapists or just her particular thing because I know nothing about modern psychotherapy apart from what she tells me.
PS My old roomie, the one of Passed Out Naked in the Backyard fame, used to call me “band camp girl” behind my back. I DID NOT APPRECIATE THIS on several levels. 1) Not original, not funny. 2) Not true. 3) Pardon the fuck out of my exuberance, you crazy, lazy, boring hunk of waste.
I hate to leave on such a bilious note, so I offer you this:
..and then you killed her. But seriously, do you have any idea what she’s up to these days? More of the same?
How was the date, JESSE???
Hahah! Doggie say “Aroo?”
Also, how was the show last night John? I am pumped for our show tonight.
I hope it doesn’t show
It’ll go ‘way
It’s just a passing phase
It’ll go ‘way
You can dress nautical
Learn to tie knots
Take lots of Dramamine
Out on your yacht
But when you’re all alone
And nothing bites
You’ll wish you stayed at home
With someone nice
But when you think you made it disappear
It comes again, “Hello, I’m here” and
I’ve got angst in my pants
You can be smart as hell
Know how to add
Know how to figure things
On yellow pads
Answer so no one knows
What you just said
But when you’re all alone
You and your head
What’s the computer say, it’s mumbling now
It says “hey Joe”
It’s spelled it out and
“You’ve got angst in your pants”
“You’ve got angst in your pants”
But when you think you’ve made it disappear
You’re sure you made it disappear
And you’ve still got angst in your pants
I hope it doesn’t show
It’ll go ‘way
It’s just a passing phase
It’ll go ‘way
I hope it doesn’t show
It’ll go ‘way
Give it a hundred years
It won’t go ‘way
And I’ve got angst in my pants
I’ve got angst in my pants
I love drum lines the way that you love marching bands, Amanda, with the same goose bumps/uncontrollable tearing up. I was in marching band for a bazillion years and pretty much hated it. But drum cadences get me all crazy, especially HBCU drum lines because DAMN. They are just awesome. Even that stupid Cadillac commercial makes me all excited.
is “angst in my pants” a n/a original?
Unfortunately not, it’s a Sparks song.
I’m confused—that’s dated for the show we went to, but the pics are clearly not from the show last Friday, since you guys didn’t go outside that night.
that’s terrible.
i have a lot of angst, but not so much in the pants area. my pants are comfortable.
Nope, the date is wrong, and we played the tunes he’s talking about on Saturday.
Actually I think that review is pretty OTM.
Close listening reveals how repetitive their tunes are.
Although I hope you don’t have to listen closely to figure this one out!
yeah, i don’t even know why it’s worth mentioning.
Guys, I am bored. Today is even lighter than yesterday.
Today after work I need to get the oil changed in our car. I also need a haircut but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to get a haircut the same day we have a show. I’ll look all clean-cut, which isn’t very. Though have I shared my idea for a super heavy stoner rock band where everyone wears suits and is very clean-cut? I want to steal psychedelic music from the hippies. I think that is the band that should be called Vice President.
Quick, name a band whose set wouldn’t start to sound repetitive after they’ve been playing for THREE HOURS.
Not even God’s band, Nick. But that’s okay, because I would have passed out/fallen asleep/left after about 50 minutes anyway.
annoyance of the morning: people who “sneak a cup.” The first of the drips of coffee are much darker and stronger than the last drips, and together they achieve a middle ground. Balance. I don’t know how people can drink a cup out of the first half of the pot, actually — it’s black and bitter as hell. Maybe their taste buds are so burnt out from Folgers that they don’t notice. But not my coffee! I grind it fresh every morning! Starbucks whole bean French Roast! It’s good stuff. BUT NOT IF YOU SNEAK A CUP, YOU CRETINS.
Had a good time last night. I cannot recommend that restaurant enough!!
Good wine.
App: [shit ton of] fire-roasted prince edward island mussels
warm harissa butter 9.0
These were spicy and just plain amazing.
for entree I had pan-roasted skate wing with some kind of polenta and chick pea cake with yellow tomato chutney.
The atmosphere is perfect. We talked to the owner (Just yesterday I met the guy who married him and his wife—he was just hired at my work) who said he cleans the cleans the place himself. It is 8 years old and looks very fresh and up-to-date.
On Sundays they have belly dancers, all you can drink wine, and all you can eat appetizers for $25.
After the restaurant we went to Bin 36 (where the bartenders apparently remember me since we drank a lot of different wines and sherry and were charged for 1 glass!)
Finally a good date. Oh, and he invited me to Mexico on his free flight thing with United!
Speaking of which, the evening took a turn for the sad when I brought up 9/11 and he said that he used to work with the United 93 flight attendants and he did their training. Yarps!
You’re not supposed to bring up 9/11 until the second date.
We talked to the owner
T3rry Al3xand3r?
I brought it up in a “sexy” way. I said in a breathy voice, “Fly your jetliner into my Pentagon....”
“Our twin towers are on fire!”
This is just what I needed this morning: 9/11 innuendo.
First “better than the headline” text in awhile:
http://www.theonion.com/content/news/giuliani_to_run_for_president_of_9
PS My old roomie, the one of Passed Out Naked in the Backyard fame, used to call me “band camp girl” behind my back. I DID NOT APPRECIATE THIS on several levels. 1) Not original, not funny. 2) Not true. 3) Pardon the fuck out of my exuberance, you crazy, lazy, boring hunk of waste.
But did you put a flute up ... ah, never mind.
Also, how was the show last night John? I am pumped for our show tonight.
It was good, although it was beset with some weird technical problems — like three separate people’s cords came unloose for some reason. But it was a sold-out crowd, and people seemed to like it, and I think we had good energy.
The e-mail from MP this morning about how he’s worried about draw (“I know the show sold out, but some of you brought only one person” — when do I EVER bring more than a couple people, besides those that are already friends with others in the band and thus presumably don’t count?) made me an angry monkey, though.
“came unloose”—wouldn’t this mean they got tighter?